62: Anyone Can Claim

Alexa “Alexa, I’m sorry,” Harlow pleaded desperately. “Oh, you’re sorry?” My palms hit his chest. “I shouted your name, but you just stood there watching me.” I hit him again. “You said you’d protect me, but you let him forced me a drug and fucking ruining me!” My hands half-hit, half-pushed on his body. I was already too disappointed with his actions. He let Gabriel hurt and deceived me. He just stood there and watched everything? Even got aroused until he reached some release. “Forgive me, Alexa. I shouldn’t have let Gabriel provoke me. He challenged me to see for myself, and I—I was too arrogant. I thought you would refuse him.” His voice dropped into a soft whisper. My chest throbbed painfully as I recalled what had happened. My arms wrapped around my body. The effect was brief, but it left a stain on me. Tears streamed down my cheeks uncontrollably. I betrayed Harlow right in front of his eyes. “And then you just let me accept him?” I asked, my mouth opening in disbelief. “I—” Har